At Twilight (TW/TVD Crossover)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Isaac Lahey stepped from the shadows, his eyes glowing the luminescent, unnatural yellow of beta wolves.

“What did you do to him?” The young wolf snarled again.

Caroline didn’t hesitate this time either.

She had him pressed against the nearest wall before he could take his next breath, her grip gradually tightening around his neck in clear warning. Her pupils dilated for the second time in less than ten minutes. Her skin crawled.

“Forget everything you saw or thought you saw. Or heard. I’m gonna let you go and drive away, and when I do, you’ll go about your business with no memory of the last five minutes.”

“Why the fuck would I do that?” He flailed in her grip, bared fangs inches from her face.

The same grip loosened in her shock. Isaac took advantage and immediately broke the hold, scrambling to put distance between them.

“What the fuck?” She mumbled. Did she finally come across the one person on Earth who couldn't be compelled or was this kid on vervain, the only thing that could stop the compulsion of a vampire? She prayed for the first. Because if not, there was someone in this town who knew too much.

“What do you mean, "what the fuck?" What did you do to the sheriff? Did you just try that shit on me?” His voice scaled with hysteria.

She fiddled with the daylight ring on her index finger that kept her from turning into a crisp when the sun was out, and contemplated her next steps.

She couldn’t kill him. Not yet, anyway. Not unless he was a true threat to her safety.

They eyed each other warily.

She couldn’t compel him and he obviously realized she was stronger than him by the way he lingered on the edge of the alley. Not that she couldn't catch him if she really wanted to. Her nose scrunched. The alley had been home to many cigarette breaks, if the butts littering the floor and smell assaulted her nose relentlessly were any indication.

Her lips curled into a slight smirk when a lightbulb suddenly went off in her head.“When in doubt, blackmail.” Klaus Mikaelson's voice, British accent clear as if he stood beside her, echoed in her ears.

“I recommend you mind your business before I run back in there screaming my poor, innocent, head off about Isaac Lahey, the wanted murderer, hanging around the diner. Half the Sheriff’s Office must be in there by now.” A smidgen of guilt soured her stomach.

His eyes, which had been dimming into a deep blue, flared back to that unnatural yellow with surprise and rage, his upper lip curling into another snarl.

“Who’d you murder anyway?” She asked suddenly. Caroline wished she could say it was to take the heat off her threat. Curiosity had taken over her good sense. What she really needed to ask him was whose pack he belonged to.

“I didn’t kill anyone! I didn’t kill him but he deserved everything he got.” His voice gave out near the end. The boy's face crumpled into a haunted mask that tugged at something in Caroline’s chest.

“Who, Isaac?” She pushed.

“My dad. More like seed giver.” The kid scoffed and sneered. He shifted, seeming to curl in on himself at just the thought of the man. The boy who’d been facing off against her disappeared.

Caroline understood. Kids didn’t usually think their father deserved to be murdered unless they did. At least in her experience. And the way he seemingly subconsciously shrunk in on himself? It took a lot of trauma, a lot of hurt, mental and physical, to get there. She knew all too well the pain a parent could unleash on a child.